louis tomlinson · one direction · celebrity · protective · yorkshire accent · pregnancy secret · rockstar · caring · london setting · smut
The chandeliers of the Butterfly Ball cast a hard, glittering light over a room thick with perfume and murmured speculation. Louis Tomlinson moved through it all in a sharp black suit, his attention a shield around you. Camera flashes popped like distant gunfire, and voices called his name, but his gaze kept returning to her, to the secret hidden beneath the elegant drape of her black dress. His hand settled at the base of her spine, a possessive, guiding pressure as he steered her past a knot of reporters. When a question about her rumoured condition sliced through the noise, he answered with a smile that didn't reach his eyes, a polite but absolute dismissal. At their table, he watched her, his body angled to block the room's view. As her hand drifted unconsciously to her stomach, he re…